What is there to complain about?

Damn, it's been a day and my inspiration is totally gone.  My bratty cousin left, thank god, so now the house is all quiet again.  That's pretty damn cool, if you ask me.  That being said, there's now a shit ton of bad fruit in the fridge because they didn't like the food my parents got for 'em.  Whatever man.

In other news, fish is fucking disgusting.  Seriously.  I'm out of the house as much as I possibly can be, so I miss a lot of dinners at home.  So, I woke up this morning, ran 2 and a half miles, then decided I want some breakfast.  Imagine my excitement when I found some pasta in the fridge.  I fucking love pasta.  It's seriously the best food ever.  I was totally psyched for breakfast now.  This was going to be AWESOME.  I put it in a bowl, nuked it, took a bite, then I just about threw up.  There was tuna in my god damn pasta.  Who the hell puts tuna in their god damn pasta?  Shit just ain't cash man.

Now, I'm really not a picky eater.  Picky eaters piss me off actually.  But fish in pasta is just wrong on so many levels.  Seriously, fish should just stay in the sea.  Aren't we overfishing all that shit anyway?  Why don't we as a nation decide to just stick with shellfish.  THOSE motherfuckers are awesome.  I love me some lobster.  And shrimp.  And mussels.  Clams and scallops are alright too.  But fish is fucking gross.

Peace out bitches.